Close Your Eyes (Gods of Saint Pierce #3) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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I blink up at him. “I love it,” I breathe out, looking at the picture once more.

“Like I said, I was just messing around.” He resumes his seat back in the chair across from me.

“Has Bane called?”

Ledger’s expression tightens, a subtle tension pulling at the corners of his mouth at the mere mention of Bane. “No, not yet,” he responds, the words weighted with concern.

Restlessly, I shift on the couch, my fingers twisting in anxious knots. “I wonder what’s going on. Should you try calling him? I just hope everything’s alright.”

Ledger’s hand moves with purpose, retrieving his phone from his pocket. As he unlocks the screen, a subtle glow illuminates his face in the dim room, casting shadows that dance across his features, highlighting the furrow in his brow and the intensity in his eyes. “Dev, how’s everything going?” he says into the phone.

I watch as I hear a one-sided conversation between Ledger and the owner of Club Greed. When Ledger hangs up, he focuses his attention back on me.

“A few people have been arrested. Nobody can find Bane. They got him out of there, and they’re looking for him for questioning. Lucky for him the two men firing the shots weren’t men of his. They were Russian.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing this works out for me in my situation. If any one of Bane’s men had tried to harm Bane, the outcome would most likely be different. “I wonder where he went.”

“Do you want to try to call him?”

I grab my clutch from the table beside me, pulling my phone out. Not one single missed call. No text. Nobody calling to check on my wellbeing. I could say I’m used to it, but it still stings. No one cares.

Nobody but Ledger.

I gaze at Ledger, taking in his strong features as he taps at his phone. “I’ll try calling him,” I say, not wanting to tell Ledger that nobody has called me either. I pull up Bane’s contact info and hit send.

The phone rings. And rings, and rings.

I hang up when his voicemail kicks in. “I guess he’s not answering.”

Ledger raises a brow, probably surprised that a fiancé wouldn’t want to talk to his soon-to-be bride. “I’m sure he’s okay.”

I plop my phone back into my purse. “Yeah, I’m sure.” As soon as I zip my purse back up, my phone vibrates. I pull it out, looking at who’s calling. It’s Bane. “Hello,” I say with a shaky voice into the phone.

Bane breathes audibly like he’s relieved to hear my voice. “Oh, my precious flower, I’m so glad you’re okay. What a mess tonight has been. Are you with Ledger?”

I gaze at Ledger. “Yes, I’m with him.”

“Let me speak to him.”

I hand the phone over to Ledger. “He wants to talk to you.”

Ledger grabs the phone from my hand, his thumb rubbing along my pinky finger, sending chills skating straight through me. His eyes never leave mine. He stares at me with such an intensity it makes my insides grow warm.

My heart beat ramps up as I listen to Ledger speak with my fiancé. I remember his lips pressed firmly against mine and an ache travels through my body. I think about him coming so close to touching me.

I strain to make out the words he’s saying, but they slip through the haze of my thoughts. My mind is consumed with images of Ledger, memories of how he made me feel, sensations that still linger on my skin like a gentle caress.

Desperation claws at me, a craving for just one more touch from him, to feel his warmth enveloping me again.

I want to be close to him, so I do something I’ve never done before. I slink off the couch. On hands and knees, I crawl across the small space to where he sits.

His eyes widen once he realizes what I’m doing. “Right,” he croaks into the phone, shifting in his seat as I get closer. He spreads his thighs wide, and like a cat, I rub against his leg.

His hand flies through my silky strands, and he fists my hair at the base of my neck, tilting my head so he can gaze into my eyes. His eyes are dark, intense even, as he stares down at me. “I understand,” he says to Bane.

I need to be close to him. I lean back to where I’m between both his legs. I lick my lips, hungry for him. My heart’s beating uncontrollably, and I can’t stop this fierce need for something I can’t even put into words.

He’s still got a grip on my hair, and he massages my head, like he needs something just as badly as I do. He licks his lips as he mouths the word, “More.”

I trace both hands up his legs, and over his thighs. I don’t even know what I’m doing, but all I know is I can’t stop. My body grows warm, and the space between my legs throbs with desire.


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